To cede what was once the domain of self import
Take back the day just do not sway you must find your way
To not believe one’s own endlessness
Nor in cycles
What’s gone is gone, we’re dust to dust, so live the life you must

Letting down the mantle swept in time echoing halls beckoning fall
New powers arise

A specter’s misfortune, tortured facade
Flesh wrapped in dreams piercing the sky through the night
Peering through the veil in our eyes
Scraping through the bounds of the room where we die

Give birth to stars

Collapse when the sun of realization dawns through blind eyes
A conceit one cannot aggrandize
For fear of upsetting the tides
Isolate and extirpate the scars

When you find the tower of declination
Look within to find the alchemy you seek in transformation

Save your senses from the fracturing point of deformation
Cracking sounds from the walls of the heart
Deemed unfit for weathering the waves of doubt that drown
Isolate and extirpate the scars

The weight lifted as you walk ashore
Rebirth inflicted upon the undying
Time amortized
Resounding implications vandalized

Wrap around gather forth
Let me tell a tale of thorns
Basked in flames burning hearts
Looking nowhere shattered waltz

By design we align
Building constructs to divide
Intricacies of judgments unnavigable
Building towards a collapse and rebirth

A solemn center emanates
The seed of change, of flames, our chains
Recreated hierarchies recurse and deteriorate
Entropic decay converges to reprieve inconceivable

Starborn dark sun ashen cradle demands free will emancipates
In this new world not one ruler lays a claim on the void within

And then the new flames arise
Taken away by the new tides

Ceded the domain of self important natures to cycles
Took back the days without a sway and found my own way
Forgot my endlessness let the ashes consume
I found the answer whence I started, it was my wound: entropy